“What do you long for?”, he asked. So I told him of my dreams
of chilly mornings, chillier days, gloomy nights in City streets,
warm cups of coffee, and lullabies on window panes,
lying bundled under blankets to the gentle sound of rain.
I long for books that wrap you up until your eyes are full of sleep,
I long for all the golden hues that rest upon October trees.
He looked at me, then he replied so solemnly,
“I hope someday you’ll look at me the way you gaze at autumn leaves.”
Circling around the rocks
At cosmic speeds of infinity
Inanimate objects with life untouched
Still to be discovered that they exist
It’s not about a civilization
It’s just you and me
Trying to make a communication
In time space and person.
I’d rather you stop moving
And let me hold on to you
I’d rather you stop revolving
And fuse with the tiny rocks and dust I am
In this magical reaction that we can have
You might discover a new power of being you
And with this new planet we might form
The universe will change its form..
A little while ago
With the fresh foliage falling through,
She could barely open her eyes
As the snow flakes started to melt.
It was just yesterday
She wrote her last letter
And had not even received a reply
When she got a call
As the melting snow fell down her rosy cheeks
She started feeling cold and her heart seized the fire inside
She was required no more
Like a play where her role ended
She is looking outside the window now
Waiting for the leaves to crackle
Happy that seasons change
And all four are beautiful
She has warmth again and she knows this season will last..
Tendencies 